Romancing Neptune

You broke upon me

 My Prooshan blue

Through salty tears

You swayed

With inviting warmth.

Lured by my dark Lochinvar

And

Deaf to the ring of bells

I drank deep

Intoxicated by dancing water.

Though we be but May

And January

T’was under a mares tail sky

You claimed this loathly lady

As

Your willing

Tide bride.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

we went from "loathly" to "willing" pretty quick there

[Raja]

Awesome! The poem has every nostalgic element to invade our minds. I liked the below lines a lot:

"My Prooshan blue

Through salty tears

You swayed

With inviting warmth."

Thank you.

Raja